Regretful Longing

I miss you like the rain during the summer. I miss you like the heat during the rain. I miss you when you're gone, and only when you're gone. When my regrets have built up and all I can do is long. Yet I can't tell myself I want you, because looking back at it I don't. But I miss you like the echoes of laughter during grief. I miss you like the summers that I let pass along. I miss you, but just…